He Leads Me Beside Quiet Waters

Winter was by no means a challenge for the warrior. Having grown up in the mountains where snow was frequent throughout the seasons, it only felt natural. His thick coat made him built for this sort of weather. Drakan's black-stained body stood out in the ivory dust- There was no chance in stealth. It was good that he wasn't in need of it, however, as the male was simply on a stroll about the surrounding lands of the Ruina territory. Ahead he could glimpse a lake coated in frost, but that isn't what peaked his interest. The tufts of fur where his ears would have been shifted atop of his skull. Voices.

Large, snow-shoe paws assisted in halting in his tracks suddenly, while he remained in the upper layers of the snow. Warm eyes scanned the area, but he quickly located the sources. Who are they? Drakan questioned himself, paws carrying himself into rotating towards their direction and making his approach upon them. His posture remained neutral, as the situation did not seem to require aggression. With head held high and his chest strongly protruding out, he came within speaking distance of the other two. Coming to a pause in his approach, seeking to keep a healthy distance just in case, he looked them over. Were these two pack mates or forbidden lovers? Drakan wondered as he remained there in silence.

"Speech." Thoughts.